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May 2015
I dream of fleeting moments desired,
juxtaposed along side of time already expired.

Gold beaches lined with floating palm leaves
billowing up and down in the warm Spring breeze.

Mesmerized by swaying hips dancing to the pounding
of drums and ***; my bliss I've found with every orange sun.

That world destroyed through paper thin walls
and every car crash and shop-lifted items stolen from the mall.

A stray dog barks and highways howl,
this moment I stay dreaming for a better now.
Everett V Minshall
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Everett V Minshall  22/M
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